Arrested Development: Poetry

I walked in the rain
and let the sky cry
alongside my stoic heart,
felt the clear light 
of its purity mist 
the lashes of my eyes

I looked out upon a world
in grayish suspended animation
caught between growth and decay;
born and not born within
the unsprung buds awaiting bloom

It was arrested development,
this pause between winter and spring
a stilted sentience unfolding 
in stages even as I watched

Emotion faltered,
thoughts crumbled
and I remembered 
how to breathe.

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